“So…what Do You Do On Your Spare Time?”

The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.

As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.

Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.

But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...

“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”

Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.

“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”

He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.

“Let us see who will see the gods today”

In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.

Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.

Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.

“WAIT PIKARU THE GOD OF THUNDER IS A FREAKING RAT?!”

“Correction. The name is Pikachu and yes the thing was some kind of rat.”

“A-And the God of Fire? Champion Chammer?”

“Charmander. A salamander looking creature but before you go on there’s also something called Evolutions or something-“

“What’s that?”

“Where these Pokémon evolved into bigger strong creatures...such as Charmander transforming into Charizard.”

“...tHE ACTUAL-“

“Also the God of Sleep and Dreams is called Snorlax-“

“OKAY NGL THATS KINDA FUNNY-“

“Indeed-“

-BONUS-

“...want to know what the Goddess of Transformation looks like as one of these Pokémon?”

“SIMON I CANT- IM STILL RECOVERING FROM THAT PICTURE YOU SHOWED ME ABOUT THE DEITIES OF SEA LOOKING LIKE A WEIRD DOG THING-“

“B-But look-“

“...it’s beautiful-“

“I N D E E D.”

You are a student 400 years in the future, you are assigned a project to study the “Trends of the early 2000s” During your research you learn a horrible secret: The Gods you worship were originally portrayed on trading cards known as “Pokemon”

AHHHHHH MY EXCITEMENT!!

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CONTAINS CRUDE LANGUAGE

You have been warned.

The sky was blood red and the fumes of gas were in the air as I ran screaming for my friends name.

Hoping no PLEADING that he will come rescue me from this...THIS NIGHTMARE.

I hear screams and gasps of pain as I drew near the settlement camp yelling for not just my friend but for the Chief.

“GUS! GUS! ABE! ANYONE!!” I screamed only to see my name being called in a distance. I run at full speed towards Alex.

“ALEX! Thank fuck your alive, where’s Gus?!” Alex signs that he’s in the Medbay. “THANK GOD! Alex stay safe okay?” I say as I bolt for the Medbay, Alex signs “Good Luck” and disappears back into the well hidden bunker.

If you don’t know what’s going on this is the year of 2220 where the world has gone to shit. You think the pandemic was bad? 200 years later there will be a war that will literally destroy Earth. Great.

The thought of the world being fucked I toss aside for now and run into the bushes yell “LIBERTY FOR LAND!” And get immediately sucked into the ground.

I then get plopped on to the metal like floor with a loud CLANK! Where people barely noticed as they scramble and panic as the alarms blast loud and clear that shit is about to go down.

I yell for Gus and Abe as I get onto my feet and run through the giant underground base, dodging scientists, doctors, nurses and normal citizens young and old.

For the last 50 years a War has started between Human Kind and The Reptilian Republic. You heard that right, the Reptilian Republic! 200 years ago those stories and myths of creatures like Mermaids or Bigfoot or any kind of cryptic? They exist...more or less.

Turns out, these creatures were either government experiments gone terribly wrong or were a evolution mistake of sorts...The Reptilian Republic were descendants of Dinosaurs or something I have no fucking clue even though I lived through these events, fucking hell Chris...I didn’t mean for-

When your friend is drunk he says that he is a wizard. So you jokingly ask him to make you immortal. That was 200 years ago.

AGH! I LOVE THIS SHOW! 😤👌

family hug!

I guess what I want to say is...have a great day.

I have nothing else to say besides have a great day.

You be you.

(If it was bad or cheesy I’m sorry T-T)

Noises.

Certain sounds echoed in my mind.

Walking on stone, the lighting of a torch and the familiar hiss of a creeper…creeping behind me.

Then I remember shouting, I ran…I ran as fast as I could, my legs taking me…somewhere, I dropped my journal but there was no time as an arrow whisked right past me and stuck onto the cave wall.

My legs took me to a cliff, I screamed as I plummeted and then-

“AHHH-“ I gasped, I couldn’t breath…I started to cough and slowly gain back my lost breath.

My mind still spins but I quickly realize it was a nightmare. A nightmare reliving the past.

I looked around my room. Door on my left, balcony on my right, a picture of Donkey Kong dead ahead. My room was spacious and well decorated…this place I built with my own hands.

My head still hurts…I think I need to go outside.

I push my blanket aside and let my feet touch the cold wooden floor, I shiver but I slug my way to the balcony doors, I open only one of the doors and I’m immediately met with the cold breeze. My eyes shot open as I see the beauty around me…

The oak forests on the left look beautiful in the moonlight and the ocean on the right glistens like diamonds in a mineshaft.

I took a deep breath. This is my eden.

I close the door behind me as I let the breeze tickle my beard, I let it make me feel so cold yet so warm. I felt safe…at home.

As I looked up to the moon, as the intrusive thought invade my mind and as I fight them off I hear soft footsteps and a little knock at my door.

I turn my gaze to see a little shadow peeking through the window.

There with big olde violet eyes, looking at me with the same look my wolf would give me would I had steak in my hand.

“Steve? Is that you my boy?”

The little shadow emerges from the shadows and into the light where I can see my boy with his shaggy hair, PJ’s and stuffed sheep clutched to his chest.

I open the door to the balcony, he hesitantly steps into the moonlight.

“What’s wrong my son?”

Steve says nothing as he waddles towards me and looks to me…I notice his violet eyes are on near tears. A nightmare…

“Come here my child.” I pick up my little guy and hold him close as he and I look over our eden. He nestles into my chest and I rub his back.

“It’s okay Stevie…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

Muttering those words again and again as I look at my boy. Oh Steve…I wish I was there with you again but due to my arrogance…I am lost.

If you find this…know that I will always love you and to please. Find the journal I left behind in mine where it all began.

I’m sorry my son.

Sincerely, your father, Notch.

Her delicate hand touched my cheek.

I flinch and move away to the corner.

I look up at this goddess, wondering what the hell she wanted.

As I flinched her hand coiled to her chest, her flowing orange hair and her glistening blue eyes face me.

She looked disappointed at my reaction.

I try give her my fiercest gaze and turn my eyes away from her, can she just leave me alone already?

I heard her soft footsteps come closer towards my direction but then they stop.

She’s hesitant.

I look back up at her, ignoring her elegant dressing and what she had in her other hand to her blue eyes.

It was a mixed of “should I?” And doubt. I seen those eyes before so many times, in my friends eyes, my mothers eyes...and my dads eyes.

They all were hesitant. To me. The runt, the fowl creature. The dirty dog.

I was better off alone. So no one could ever hurt me.

No one can give me that disappointed gaze.

When I looked up at her again, I noticed now...that she was gone.

Leaving behind a basket.

I sigh, like everyone else she left.

At least she gave me a basket...or goodies I hope?

Then again she looked like high nobility or something maybe there was gold or-

What in the world?

What is this? A trick?

...May this continue soon.

I remember when my child was young they would say “Some day father, I will see the world!” I always told them they would if their heart so desired and if they had the drive, they really could.

What I couldn’t bare was my child leaving. I begged them to stay, that it wasn’t their fight. They said to me they were but eighteen-

“Some day father, I will return and when I do I would’ve seen the world…someday father, I will come back to you.”

They got on Buttercup, their favourite mare…and rode off with their solider friend to fight the monster that started this unholy war.

I cried like I have never cried before then..I waited. I hoped each day since then that my child would return, I dressed my best clothes and worked like I haven’t worked before to make the farm spotless for them to come home…

It was three years. Three years since I’ve seen them. No word on from their end but from what I heard it’s very much the same for many others…I hoped my child wasn’t killed…I prayed I wouldn’t loose another. I just wanted something, anything.

I didn’t receive word until a letter came.

The letter said that the war with the king was over…he was proclaimed dead. The war was done and my child would finally return home in three days time.

So I prepared, I made up their room, a room I haven’t stepped in for at least a year. I washed everything down, I prepared everything I can on the farm of animals and apple trees and on the final day…made my child apple pie.

Then…over the horizon of my farm where the sun peaked over each morning…I saw a dark knight ride on a nightmarish horse at the crack of dawn.

The armour the knight wore was dark as night that shimmered purple everytime they moved, the horse they rode was nothing I have never seen, a horse from hell with red bleeding eyes and a mane that was of hell fire.

The knight rode until they stopped in front of me and spoke with a deep voice…

“Branton Noor? Farmer of Evrin Acres?”

“Y-Yes?…That is me.”

The figure jumped off their horse and towered over me, they were as tall or even more tall as my solider child…

Their helmet hid their face. They said no words until they finally spoke with power-

“Branton Noor, I am Cosima, the son of Queen Ofara and Royal Ezlis Noor. I am your grandson here to bring you back to the Netherworld where the rulers await you…at your new home.”

My eyes popped out of my sockets in that moment. All I could muster to say to the tall figure was-

“Apple pie? …You must be tired…come on in, we can talk more inside.”

I waddle to my house and see in the corner of my eye that the knight follows closely behind me…

Oh my goodness…what just happened? Is this real? Am I hallucinating? One moment I was waiting word that they have died or worse…became another person but this? I HAVE A GRANDSON AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW?!

This…This was definitely not what I expected.

Your son/daughter has been gone for 3 years, fighting the campaign against the demon king as the head of the royal knights. You a humble farmer now have received a letter that the war has ended and now they are coming back to visit you.

What a gorgeous day!

The sun shining ever so brightly! The birds chirping their sweet songs! The trees ever so delicately sway with the wind!

How the wind blows hard making the sea wave to unexpected victims. How the waves force the victims to stay with them. Dragging them down into the dept of the sea.

How their bodies go limp as the waters of the salty sea invade their systems, making it hard for them to cry out for help.

How their bodies touch the soft sands of the ocean shore. Hearing ever so faintly the screams of their loved ones.

How their lives never lived up to their expectations, how long they wanted to live. How many dreams and ideas they could’ve made. Wasted.

Wasted potential. “A tragedy” their loved ones would say as they look upon a dead corpse that once laid life. Wonderful life..

All because they wanted to enjoy the warm sands, the crystal waves and the sun as it sets.

What a gorgeous day.